Chapter Seventy-five: Auntie

  Miss Susanne Klaedman sat on the windowsill looking at a letter that had come from far-off America.

  The signature is Bruce Edson's, but Mrs. Susan knows that the letter was written by Emma, because only Emma could write such good handwriting.

  The letter was written in a sincere tone, hoping that Susan could take care of Emma's daughter Catherine for about half a year to one year, or even longer.

  Susan still remembers Emma.

  But in my impression, she should be a little girl who dreams of ballet. The money to send her to the Royal Ballet Academy in the UK was also sponsored by Mrs. Susan.

  Mrs. Susan, nearly 50 years old now, is Bruce's half-sister, not of Jewish extraction, but became Mrs. Clydeman during World War II.

  Her home was a villa in the London suburbs. Her husband, Clyde Mann, had also been a British aristocrat.

  She was damaged during World War II and her husband died in the war.

  However, her family business did not decline, but gradually revived under Mrs. Susan's hard work. Although the industry is not large, in the present day when the British aristocracy has long since declined, her family is still doing quite well, and can even be said to be luxurious.

  Since World War II, Mrs. Susan has felt that people's hearts are no longer ancient. The streets are full of girls chasing after fashion, they are so casual, which was simply unthinkable in the past!

  In the eyes of the former upper-class nobility, today's girls are really getting worse with each passing generation.

  After reading the letter, Mrs. Susan frowned.

  If she understood correctly, it seemed that Catherine had gotten into some kind of trouble, so her parents were sending her here for schooling. However, the words were vague and Mrs. Susan's understanding was a bit off.

  "Has Kate gone bad?"

  Susan had only been to the United States once, in 1950, when she had met a two-year-old Catherine, who seemed like a sweet and well-behaved little girl.

  However, judging from the tone of this letter, it seems that the other party has started to go astray and gotten into a lot of trouble.

  Susan was deep in thought, she felt that if her brother handed him over to herself, then she would have to take responsibility.

  At least when Catherine leaves, let her become a reassuring girl.

  According to the letter, the other party will probably come over soon.

  It was around afternoon when Catherine arrived here under the protection of two bodyguards.

  "Oh, Kate."

  Have to say, Catherine looks very beautiful now.

  But Catherine's dress made Susan frown.

  She was wearing woolen socks and a super short skirt, which seemed too terrible to Mrs. Susan, but she was still very happy to see her niece who had not been seen for a long time.

  "Auntie, hello." Catherine also smiled and walked up.

  "Take a seat somewhere, I'll have the maid bring you a cup of red tea. It's teatime now."

  "Uh-huh."

  Catherine also knew that in many places in Europe and America, there was a custom of drinking afternoon tea, but Catherine's family had long since abandoned this tradition.

  "My goodness, Kate, what's happened to your hand?!"

  Susan looked at Catherine's cocoon in one hand with some surprise.

  "There's a bit of work."

  Catherine smiled.

  In fact, her bodyguard brought many tools with him. However, Catherine is now mainly reading books on directing. "The Waste Land" made her feel good, but she also knew that she still needed to make progress.

  Catherine comfortably settled onto the sofa.

  The air in Britain is more depressing than in America.

  Europe in the midst of the Cold War bore greater pressure than America.

  After all, the United States and the Soviet Union are separated by oceans, but the Soviet Union and Europe share a common border. European countries do not have effective defenses against Soviet tank warfare tactics.

  Since she came to Britain, Catherine felt a bit depressed.

  Although there are still fashionable young people on the streets, compared to vibrant America, it is much less.

  In the United States, gender discrimination also exists, although it is not as severe as in China.

  But in Britain, the gap between men and women is even greater.

  People urgently need an "explosion".

  Otherwise in "history", miniskirts would not have been invented by the British either.

  Catherine lay down on the sofa and spread her legs apart for comfort.

  But Susan frowned again.

  "Kate."

  Catherine listened to her aunt's words and followed her gaze, only to find that it was focused on her own thigh root. She smiled awkwardly and then closed her legs together.

  "Kate, your parents entrusted you to me, I must take responsibility for you."

  Mrs. Susan said to Catherine with deep feeling.

  Catherine also nodded seriously.

  However, neither Catherine nor Mrs. Susan knew that a misunderstanding had already arisen between them... and it was as different as heaven and earth.

  Catherine came purely for a holiday, while Mrs. Susan was trying to correct the various bad habits of a naughty girl.

  After having afternoon tea, Catherine came to the room prepared for her by Mrs. Susan and began to unpack with the help of the maids.

  "Kate, I've arranged for a personal maid to take care of your daily needs. She'll be over later."

  "Thank you, Aunt. But I don't need it." Catherine politely declined her aunt's kind intentions. However, to Mrs. Susan, things seemed a bit off.

  "I'll take that bag!"

  Catherine suddenly discovered that the maids were preparing to open one of Catherine's small boxes.

  She jumped up immediately.

  The things inside, she brought them just in case her parents found out, if they were discovered here, it would be terrible.

  But things were just so unfortunate. Catherine walked over and happened to bump into each other, then...

  Mr. Jiao fell out from inside...

  At this moment, the air on the scene seemed to have solidified.

  Catherine quickly retrieved it and then gave an embarrassed smile.

  She doesn't actually use this thing very often, but she brought it with her anyway in case her parents found it while cleaning her room.

  Who made her realize when she was about to leave that this thing was still in her own home?

  Ms. Susan's face turned iron-green, she opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

  She remained silent until the maids finished cleaning up the house and then they left together.

  "Oh no......"

  Catherine scratched her head.

  She was thinking about how to explain it to him at dinner time.

  But at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

  "Miss Edson?"

  "Ah, come in."

  Several maids walked in, but they were all holding leather belts, it was unclear what they were for.

  "Madam has decided to have a suit made for you and would like to take your measurements."

  Catherine nodded, because she had left in a hurry and hadn't brought many clothes. Since her aunt was so kind, Catherine couldn't refuse.

  And it's possible that this is just to resolve the awkwardness from earlier.